After three years, I am furiously writing, sketching, filming, and editing again.
    It may be rudimentary, and extremely rusty, but it feels familiar.

    When I met you, I hated that I wasn’t creative for you, for the ones I quietly love, and for myself.
    Fear ate me up.

    Thank you for letting me starve for something I loved too dearly, but was too afraid of.
    I was naive.

    The pain is as strong as ever, no matter how big the smile stretches publicly, but the release.
    Oh, the release, thank you.

    Thank you.

  a hike behind Ewha Women’s University, September 12, 2010


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